Chapter 21
I didn’t move and even softened my breathing.
The club had ten VIP lounges designed to resemble hotel rooms, specifically for VVIPs like Liam
and Gideon to rest in.
I heard the wardrobe being opened, followed by Liam’s puzzled voice. “Where’s the bathrobe?”
Of course, it was missing–it was on me.
“Forget it! Wait, what’s this on the table?”
I heard the sound of Liam picking up a plastic bag inside was my burn ointment.
“Burn ointment? Has someone used this lounge before? Tsk, what’s the club doing?”
I still didn’t move.
Then, I felt a large hand press against my calf. It quickly moved away, and Gideon’s voice followed.
“Go shower in another lounge.”
I couldn’t see their expressions, but Liam didn’t question Gideon, and the two of them left the
lounge.
Only after hearing the door lock again did I lift the blanket and sit up. My gaze landed on the burn
ointment.
I had been creating opportunities to meet Gideon. Bunning into him here was a pleasant surprise, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if I hadn’t. Clearly, luck was on my side.
Given Gideon’s intelligence, he must have guessed it was me.
But I wasn’t too sure.
Too much had happened that day. Exhausted, I soon fell into a deep sleep. At 3:00 am, I woke up, headed to the tennis court, and started practicing playing with my left hand.
I trained for three or four hours before returning to the lounge for a shower. Carefully, I applied
burn ointment to my right hand and stuck a pain–relief patch to my wrist.
Once the tennis club opened, I went out to buy breakfast and knocked on Hannah’s office door to
bring her some.
“There’s no need to be so polite,” Hannah said, pulling me to sit down.
I knew she had something to say.
“You mentioned before that you can play tennis left–handed, right?”
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I took out a clip of my best practice from that morning and showed it to her. “This is from today.”
Hannah looked surprised as she watched the video, her expression turning appreciative. “So young and already so hardworking. I thought you were a pampered girl from the way you look, but your determination says otherwise.”
“It’s my duty. The club and you pay me a salary, so I have to earn it.”
Hannah paused, sighed, and patted my hand. “Here’s the thing. Mr. Yates booked you again. I explained your rules to him, but as you know, he’s a major client of the club. He also said he’s willing to let you play with your left hand. It’s up to you, though.”
I was silent for a moment before replying, “Please let Mr. Yates know that my left hand isn’t good enough to play against him, so it’d be disrespectful. Once my right hand heals, I’ll dedicate two weeks entirely to him. In the meantime, I’m happy to take on other clients for left–handed play.
Hannah patted my shoulder. “It’s good to stick to your principles. I’ll pass on your message. If he agrees
we’ll go with that.”
I nodded and thanked her.
I was confident she would handle it. While Liam was a top client, the club didn’t rely solely on him. Besides, Liam was cultured and wouldn’t make things difficult for a woman. He would likely agree to my terms.
Just then, Hannah’s phone rang. She moved to the corner to answer it politely. “The woman with the burned hand? Yes, she’s one of our training partners. She can play left–handed too, no problem. Just book a time.”
After hanging up, she walked back over.
“Someone has booked you for training. Can you do tomorrow from 5:00 pm to 9:00 pm? The pay is 300 dollars an hour.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s Quinton Wallace from Everland Realty. He said he happened to see you yesterday as he was leaving. He asked about you and decided to play a lew matches. His skill level is average, so you should be able to hold your own.”
I stayed silent.
I thought it might have been Gideon.
But then again, Gideon wasn’t so easily approachable. It wouldn’t make sense for him to seek me out this quickly for a match.
